Friday Fictioneers – Harbour
And here are my 100 words:
Four years back, my brother began his new life in a new country. Two weeks ago his letter invited me to join him working there, to leave the jobless struggle for survival I currently faced.
The sun would soon be setting. Its dazzling, life-giving light sparkled on the harbour surf. For many years that iconic Statue has stood for fresh starts and as I watched the lowering light darken it into near-night shadow it represented one for me.
I turned from it to my phrase book and read aloud the first word I would need in my new home. “Hola”
Author’s note – this fiction makes no political points, and I won’t be getting into any debates about politics. It just recognises that life is made up of chapters, and we take our chances where we can.